Whenever I see various puppies, I can't help but bend down, reach out my hand to caress the furry little head, and look into the dark eyes. As if it was a magic spell, or the code in my heart was deciphered, the corners of my mouth could not help but curl up, and my eyes subconsciously softened. Feeling the warmth and soft fur between my fingers, I unknowingly recalled Jelly, the days I spent with it, scene by scene, as if I suddenly pressed the playback button, and the memory was edited into the original light and shadow impression.